Feng Changling refused to comment, because it was all his own fault that Yuan Hao was today. As the king of a country, he did all the unscrupulous things.
I don’t know how many people like Shen Chi and his wife were harmed by Yuan Hao?
But as a doctor, he had to save such a wicked man because Yuan Hao could not die yet, and death would be easier for him.
Only by living can his crimes be made public, so that he will be reviled by the world, ruined and infamy will last forever!
Feng Changling took a deep breath, collected his thoughts and said: "Of course I also know that it would be best for him to be crippled, but with His Majesty's temper, I am afraid that it will embarrass the imperial doctor, and I don't know how many innocent people will be killed by that time. Lose your life."
This was what he was most worried about. After all, no emperor could accept the fact that he had become a waste.
Xiao Chengyi said: "You don't have to worry about this, I have already made plans in my mind." After saying that, he took out a porcelain vase from his arms and put it on the table and said: "You can give this to His Majesty."
Feng Changling picked up the porcelain bottle, opened it, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it, then turned to look at Xiao Chengyi and asked: "What do you want with this drunken flower?"
Xiao Chengyi fluffed his sleeves and stood up. He opened the window and looked at the distant mountains in the night and said: "We can't let this sinking pond die in vain. What will the people in the world think if there is a ghost in Fahua Temple?"
Feng Changling's brows twitched, he put away the bottle of drunken heart flowers and said: "You are the only one who can think of killing people and killing people's hearts."
With that said, he stood up and walked to Xiao Chengyi's side and said: "I heard that you killed Shen Chi, with a sword piercing his heart? You also tried your best to save his body?"
He was not in the temple at that time. He did not see it with his own eyes but only heard what others said.
Xiao Chengyi glanced at him and asked: "Is there any problem?"
Feng Changling shrugged: "No, I just remembered that when we were young, we were studying medicine and practicing the Immortal Tribulation in the Valley of Divine Medicine. I failed to stab nine times out of ten, but you were sure to hit every time.
I still remember asking you at that time why you were so accurate every time. You said that killing people and saving people all depend on one thought, and that one thought can determine life or death, so we should not be careless."
Xiao Chengyi was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "You remember it clearly, so maybe you can do it now?"
Feng Changling sighed: "I feel ashamed to say it. Since then, although I have practiced hard, I have only tried it on dolls. After all, I am not as courageous as you."
Xiao Chengyi patted his shoulder: "If possible, I hope you will never need to use this trick."
Feng Changling didn't speak any more, and the two of them just stood side by side in silence, looking out the window at the night.
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General's Mansion.
When Mu Xue first woke up, she saw the moonlight shining brightly all over the room. She lay on the bed and looked at the embroidered bed curtain above her head, remembering some things in the past in a daze.
It was the wedding night between her and Shen Chi. In this room and on this bed, there were no dragon and phoenix wedding candles or red silk double happiness. On the third day after their marriage, she and he became husband and wife. On her In the boudoir.
I still remember Shen Chi at that time, dressed in white and as handsome as jade, with eyes full of tenderness when he looked at her.
He is a handsome gentleman and a gentle scholar, but he can wash her hands and make soup for her, and draw her eyebrows and tie her hair.